MANILArt 2014


MANILArt 2014..

“ART washes from the soul the dusts of everyday life.”

It’s Friday night and one of my best buddies slept over at home to spend the weekend with me for some activities. She lined up a few such as having a Swedish massage and eating out at BGC (Bonifacio Global City) on top of my pre-sched visit to an Art Fair and attend a birthday party. We were able to divide four activities from Saturday to Sunday wishing weekends will be more than two days the very least.

Squeezing in midnight snack to bond on our favorite quick-service restaurant a few blocks away from home. Our all time favorite twister fries only happens on the last quarter of every year and we don’t want to miss it.

Come Sunday, we headed to this fair called MANILArt which I have calendared since last year. It used to be my world and I want to again experience what’s it like being around Bohemians once again. A rhapsody of everything fair.

billboard
Yey! =)
indi
Discover Peru…the Incas…
pieta
BFF’s favorite… Pieta..

Some of my college batchmates hold their own exhibits through the years and I only get to see them from our group chats. I have always been an spectator online. Now, I can’t wait to see one. In living color. I was welcomed by this Buddha.

buddha
Hi Buddha!
moi
The child in me…
2 moms
Two moms!
abstract
Abstract…
child
Mommy! Please not too high! =)
art in my heart
Art in my heart…
wine
Glass art…
wine fountain
I hope I am a wine drinker…

Their names are no longer familiar to me. They are the young artists of today with a common passion as what I have been with more than 20 years ago.

glass art
Teal! =)
moi 2
Glass everywhere…
glass art 2
Crystal tree…
glass art 3
“Light cure”…

And I must say, It felt the same. And as Art itself evolves. They still awed me, inspired me, and quenched my thirst to absorb how endless art can be expressed ceaselessly by different individuals with varying views and imaginations of how life and beauty conives and finally translate it to a canvas, or a paper, or Strathmore perhaps.

black beauty
Black beauty…
butterflies
My favorite subject will always be there…Butterflies…
cards
Game?
silhouette
Silhouette Art…
city
Moon…
cubism
Cubism…
cubism 2
And another…
hollywood style
Hollywood?
huge
I wish one in our hallway…

Some of which reminded me of known artists too. As it is being said that Art can always be recycled. Copied. Transcribed. Not as exact. We get ideas from all around us, and we twist it, we tweak it, enhance it, we play with colors and different mediums until it is all ours and become personalized. We then own it. It is how Art is conveyed. I am looking forward to more exhibits and ManilArt next year.

detals
Intricate detail…
diwata
Fairy…
fairy
Fairy here.
moi 3
Fairy there…
jayne
My soul sis will like this…
jayne n me
We…
warrior
There’s a warrior in me…
monalisa
The original was seen by 2 of my friends just this month… ❤
multi framed
Corporate..
panoramic
Panoramic…
blings
Blings…
shoes are made of
What are shoes made of?
surrealist
Surrealism…
sad
Why are you sad?
realism
My finale… 2 mediums in one presentation…. – Surrealism…

Secretly, I have gathered ideas what’s gonna happen when it’s my time to launch my very first book. My close friends giving out leaflets and tokens as to what to expect from my book with the warmest greetings they could give to our guests. I see cocktails too. =)

Now that’s what we call Creative Visualization. I’m so excited! (–,) ❤ ❤ ❤

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-An only daughter. A mother of an 18 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! Though, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow, blue as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food as well, along w/ broccoli, prawns and mushrooms. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. As I used to write even when I was a teenager, and I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost my father a year before and I guess in one way or another, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son and mother, as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is so negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for them, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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